Bucky's 1st person

The Day. The Day of the real deal audition. Ackk, I'm nervous! But one thing keeps bothering me, where's Drake Junior?

"Buck Temple?" someone said. I looked up to see a lady with a clipboard.

"Yeah that's me."

"You're up next, ok?"

"Alright!" and the lady left.

"Temple?" A girl nearby said. "Did I hear right?"

"Yesseree. And who are you?"

"My name's Gloria Soren. It's funny. At night, when I was little, I would always hear my father rant about someone called Temple. Sam kinda rings a bell."

"Really? Sam's my father's name!"

"Really? Well then, we have something in common." She turned away. She was very beautiful, this Gloria Soren. Her hair was a bit past her shoulders, strait and brown and lush. Her skin was fair, very pale. Her lips full, her eyes big, brown, and beautiful. She walked with catlike grace, yet with a sort of cocky taste.

From her back pocket of her jeans came a ringing and a vibrate. She got it out.

"Hello? Yeah hi mom. Yeah I'm at auditions. Yeah I'm goin' to Hollywood, you just wait." a pause. "Yeah I practiced. When am I on? After this guy. Think dad knows his father, dunno. Does Sam Temple ring a bell?" a long pause, you could hear the person on the other line yelling. "Ok, ok mom. I won't speak to the dude, jeez. Oh ok." another pause. "Hi dad. Yeah. Dude's right here. You wanna talk to him? I don't think that's...alright." she turned to me. "My dad wants to talk with you." she passes me her phone. "Hello?" I say. Nothing, just breathing. "Uh..." I hold it back to her. "There's nothing, just breathing." She takes it back. "Hello?" a short pause. "Oh hi Matt. Yeah, my dream's coming true while your still there in little PB. Tell me again why you want to teach there."

The lady came back. "Miss, can you get off your phone, you're almost on."

"Fine." she said to her, then back to the phone, "'Kay, tee-tee-why-elllllllll guys! Love you lots! Bye!" she hung up.

"Buck, your on." the lady said. I nodded and went through the doors.

Sam's 3rd person

"Mugh!" he awoke. He was on the table, drool in a puddle around him. He fell asleep by the phone. Astrid came over with two cups of coffee.

"How are you?" she said, sitting down close.

"Had a nightmare."

"The same?"

"No, different. Worse." He sipped the boiling hot cup, not caring if it burned his tongue. He looked up, seeing Astrid's worried stare. She looked at the clock.

"Oh!" she got up and went to the tv.

"What are you doing?"

"American Idol's on."

"Astrid. Your child is missing and all you can think about is American Idol?"

"No, it's just, in the previews, I think I saw something. Not sure though." he sat down next to her.

The whole intro went by, him gasping at some things he thought he saw, but what wasn't really there. He was getting agitated, fast.

"You know what?" he stood up with total fury. "I give. Whatever you saw was problaby just your imagination. I'm leaving." he started to walk away. He went to his room, changed, then was heading outside when he heard Astrid scream.

"Sam, SAM GET OVER HERE!!!" he ran to the tv room and froze in place, seeing the person on tv.

Both of them were transfixed over the tv, because who was on there was no one other then Bucky Temple.

Yeah lame cliffie.
no big though.
Hmmm, wonder what's gonna happen to the Temples?
Hmmm, and what about the Sorens?
:/ weird.
I don't even know.